I can deal with bad luck. I can deal with just getting beat. What I'm not ready to accept is showing up for a gun fight with a Daisy Red Ryder and combining that with unforced errors topped off with some head scratching pit strategy. None of these four cars were exactly lighting up the scoreboard as it was, only to lay an ostrich sized egg at Darlington, and with another track coming up that HMS has not set the world on fire at, yeah, I'm ready to hit the panic button. Just for the record, I was an HMS fan from day one and were one race from going out of business, so I didn't just CHOOSE to be a fan of the sport's most powerful team, it just sort of evolved.